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I fell in love with you the second I climbed through the hatch in the rooftop and saw you leaning up against the smokestack in your purple velour tracksuit. Instantly I knew I was done for.
We talked every day for a year and a half. I was so happy when you finally took the plunge and moved to New York. Everything was great at first, then you grew distant. Then you ignored me completely at a party with our mutual friends.
I don't know what happened. I want to know what happened. I've tried to get closure, but you don't seem willing to talk to me. I can't keep reaching out to ask for an explanation. (You've humiliated me enough - I won't continue to humiliate myself.)
It's been three months since everything got all weird, and I've moved on in multiple ways, but I'm still aching. I doubt you'll see this but whatever. It feels good to write it out.
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